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<blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 6658092" data-attributes="member: 20323">Chiding Elora with a mirthful wink in between mouthfuls of bread, Odvara says, &quot;A question for a question, young lady.&quot; There is something almost primordial in the way she says it, and momentarily Elora can hear two voices overlaid, Odvara's demure voice and the mature confident voice of this spirit of the lake.&quot;My father was lord of a cluster of hamlets south of here. Names are hard to remember. By the river, between the three kingdoms. I used to come to this lake often with my beau. There was an uprising. I fled here, planning to meet the rest of my family who escaped. They never came. No, they never came.&quot; At this her voice trails off to a whisper and she averts her white eyes toward the dim hearth fire, sipping the wine absently.After a long pause, Odvara turns her gaze back to Elora. &quot;My question: what is your earliest memory?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Quickleaf, post: 6658092, member: 20323"] Chiding Elora with a mirthful wink in between mouthfuls of bread, Odvara says, [color=orange]"A question for a question, young lady."[/color] There is something almost primordial in the way she says it, and momentarily Elora can hear two voices overlaid, Odvara's demure voice and the mature confident voice of this spirit of the lake. [color=orange]"My father was lord of a cluster of hamlets south of here. Names are hard to remember. By the river, between the three kingdoms. I used to come to this lake often with my beau. There was an uprising. I fled here, planning to meet the rest of my family who escaped. They never came. No, they never came."[/color] At this her voice trails off to a whisper and she averts her white eyes toward the dim hearth fire, sipping the wine absently. After a long pause, Odvara turns her gaze back to Elora. [color=Orange]"My question: what is your earliest memory?"[/color] [/QUOTE]

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